It was already late when I finished reading the diary written by Wang on the contents of the diary, combined with the memories obtained from Xia Yi and the others, Yin Xiu now had a general idea of what kind of person the Taoist priest of Laoshan was. Even if he might have used Qimen Dunjia to disguise himself, that fair, angular, young face with long white hair falling to the shoulders was fake. However, that sharp gaze like a sword cannot be disguised. Therefore, Yoon-su has decided that what he is looking for is a pair of eyes, not a person. Luo Wei held the portrait sketch in his hand and looked at it again and again. "So, you're saying that this drawing was done in vain?" "more or less." Yin Xiu touched his face and said, "But it's not completely useless, right? Maybe that guy used a real face." "But you said it's probably fake." Luo Wei picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Although there has been a breakthrough in progress, it seems that it is not enough.
After a pause, Yin Xiu suddenly remembered something and said to him, "How about we go to the grave of the Taoist who passed away?" Before, although Yin Xiu and the others asked, no one knew where the Taoist priest’s tomb was. However, Wang Xiaofu's diary recorded in detail the scene of them following their master to a Taoist priest's tomb to pay their respects. Wang Xiaofu had never heard the Taoist priest mention what kind of relationship he had with their master. He only knew that he was a very important person and had a close relationship with the Taoist priests of Laoshan. "Do you suspect that it's actually an empty tomb? Is it a cover-up for the Taoist priest of Laoshan to fake his death?" Luo Wei asked. "It's entirely possible." Yin Xiu gestured with his hands, "It's like many people build a cenotaph, right? Or they build a tombstone for themselves before they die, but it's not used yet. These are common things." "Then, that grave is most likely prepared by the Taoist priest of Mount Laoshan for himself?" Yoon-su grinned, “If it is, he’ll be using it soon.” …… Early the next morning, Yin Xiu and Luo Wei were dressed in suits, leather boots, long windbreakers and felt hats. In Dunling, this kind of makeup is very popular and suits the local climate. However, in Gaotan, where the climate is much hotter, this attire has no practical use other than looking handsome. What was different from the past was that Luo Wei also brought a bouquet of white flowers and held it in front of his chest. "What? Do you think we are here to mourn him?" Yin Xiu felt a little at a loss. "of course not." Luo Wei shook his head. "I'm not familiar with him, so why would I offer condolences? But I've seen other people go to the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers and a pair of sunglasses." "I happen to have one here, can I lend it to you?" "I already said I'm not here to offer condolences!" Luo Wei was so angry that he almost died, and he distanced himself from Yin Xiu.
At this time they had also walked into the cemetery. There were small crosses erected on the white tombstones. Each cross represented a person who had been blessed by the priest lying there. Among these tombstones, there is one that not only has no cross on top, but the tombstone itself is even black. Here, it must be worthy of the four words "standing out from the crowd". In fact, what caught Yin Xiu's attention was that there was a person standing in front of the tombstone. The man was wearing a white robe, with a katana on his waist, and had a thin face, looking like a Japanese ronin. He didn't seem surprised by the appearance of Yin Xiu and Luo Wei. "Have you been waiting for us here for a long time?" Yin Xiu said something casually, not knowing whether he was talking to the werewolf or not. Then he walked forward and took a look at the tombstone. It read: Tomb of our respected master Hong Shan of the Laoshan School. [That’s him.] The Taoist priest from Mount Laoshan whom they had been looking for. However, the Japanese man seemed to see through Yin Xiu's thoughts and said calmly: "He is not the one you are looking for." "Hmm?" Yin Xiu looked at him, "What do you mean?" "I mean, the one buried here is the Immortal Master's master, not the Immortal Master himself." The Japanese looked at Yin Xiu and said, "You have the wrong person. Master Hong passed away ten years ago." Hearing this, Yin Xiu and Luo Wei looked at each other. If what the Japanese said was true, then the Taoist priest from Laoshan that he and Luo Wei had been looking for was actually the person buried here. But this was because they had got the wrong person. What they were looking for was the Taoist priest from Laoshan who controlled the Red Emperor and used the Qimen Dunjia, not the owner of the tombstone. In other words, there have always been two Taoist priests from Laoshan, but Yin Xiu and his companions mistook them for one. "Why do you need to tell us? If we recognize this dead Taoist priest as our true self, wouldn't it be more beneficial to you?" "Because it's not necessary." The Japanese sneered, "And you are not a fool, otherwise you would not have found this place." "Then what are you waiting for me here for?" "Of course I'm here to seek revenge on you." The Japanese introduced himself: "My name is Tachibana Shirou, the successor of the Yagyu Mushin-ryu, and Yamamoto Masahito is my friend." "So that's it." At first, Yin Xiu wondered why he came to seek revenge on him, but when he heard the name Yamamoto Masahito, he realized what was going on. In Hong Kong Island, in front of the ancestral hall of He Lisheng, at the meeting to take over the leadership, Yin Xiu killed Yamamoto Masahito, who was at the pinnacle of Hong Kong Island's society in terms of popularity and influence. He originally thought that the matter was over, but he didn't expect to meet a Japanese man here who wanted to avenge him.
Tachibana Shirou continued, "I had been asking others who killed him, but no one could give me a definite answer. It was only then that the immortal master told me that it was you who did it. Only then did I finally know who to seek revenge on." "If he says yes, then it is?" "Humph," Tachibana Shirou sneered, "You should know that he can calculate it, and..." He suddenly stretched out his hand and poked Luo Wei with two fingers. Luo Wei's pupils suddenly shrank and immediately turned silver-blue. He turned his head to the side to avoid it, while his fingers stayed in front of Tachibana Shirou's eyes. Tachibana Shirou's eyes also changed from black to dark red. It turns out that he is also a Rakshasa. "It's exactly what I expected." Tachibana Shirou retracted his finger and said with satisfaction: "The method of transforming into a Rakshasa, including the preparation of the potion, is only known by Yamamoto Masahito. If you hadn't killed him, you would never have been able to obtain those things." "I thought it was just pure vampire blood." Luo Wei put his hand down, "So, I was able to become a Rakshasa thanks to him." This was the first time that Luo Wei met a fellow Rakshasa, but he did not feel the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, but only indifference. Tachibana Shirou was equally indifferent, "Whether it is a blessing or a nightmare for you, you should think about it yourself. You are not my target today." Yin Xiu folded his hands, seeming a little distressed, "Do you know that there are two of us here?" Tachibana Shirou was not surprised by Yin Xiu's behavior. He just took a step back and took out a scroll from his arms. "I heard that you can obtain information through other people's blood. This scroll is called the Scroll of Immortality in Japan. It was a reward given to me by the daimyo when I became the number one swordsman in the four countries. It has only one function, which is to automatically record what you have experienced, exactly as it is. When you come into contact with it, those memories will enter your mind. All my memories are stored in here. If you agree to duel with me, you can get it if you win and obtain all the information about the Immortal Master. If you don't want to, I can destroy it now, and your unstoppable magic power will be ineffective." "Why do you have to seek revenge on me?" Yin Xiu was puzzled, "Are you from the same guild, or fellow disciples?" "Not really." Tachibana Shirou shook his head, "I made a promise with him to duel again in ten years, and I lost the last duel. In the past ten years, I have practiced in various places, went to the mountains to live with ghosts, ate raw meat and drank dew, and swung the sword three thousand times a day under the waterfall. Finally, I could stop the waterfall with one sword. I am confident that compared to ten years ago, I have entered a new realm. I have mastered the art of kendo and am close to becoming a god. No matter what kind of training and practice Yamamoto Masahito has gone through in the past ten years, I firmly believe that he will not be my opponent, because now I only regard myself as an opponent. However, an agreement is an agreement. If I have a fight with him, I must fulfill it. This is my inner demon and also my shackles. Only by breaking this layer of paper can my sword move forward one more step. Now that he is dead, I have no way to fulfill this promise, and I am very distressed about this.
Fortunately, you are here. As long as I avenge him and kill you, it can be regarded as fulfilling the agreement. I said, a deal is a deal." "I don't think it's necessary." Yin Xiu said seriously: “Give me the scroll, I feel that you have been too strong by Yamamoto Masahiro. This is not a compliment or flattery, it's the truth. You know I have actually defeated him, so you can believe what I say. Just give it to me, you already won." "..." Tachibana Shirou stuffed the scroll back into his collar and turned to leave. "..." Now it was Yin Xiu's turn to be speechless. Helpless, Yin Xiu could only call him back. "Okay, okay, I'll duel with you." Hearing this, Tachibana Shirou smiled with satisfaction. He took out the scroll and put it aside, then stepped forward, one hand on the knife, and his clogs sank slightly into the grass. "The Great Knife of the Four Kingdoms, Izumi Ichimonzonori." Seeing that he was ready, Yin Xiu said nothing more. He stretched out his hand and made a sword gesture in the air. When the smoke rose, the Chaofeng Sword was already in his hand. "Famous sword, Moaning Wind." The two men stood still, and Luo Wei stepped away. Normal fights are one thing, but if it is a duel, it is just a matter between two people. Even if Yin Xiu likes righteous group fights, he will abide by the agreement and fight one-on-one at this time. Because this is dancing on the edge of a knife, two people are fighting for their lives. If you are still thinking about other things at this time, the slightest mistake will result in one of them dying. Luo Wei felt nervous just by watching. However, the two duelists were breathing evenly at this time, and their hands were steady and dry. Yin Xiu turned his wrist, stretched out his other hand, and gently brushed the cold blade of the Chaofeng Sword. At this moment, Izumi Ichimonji was unsheathed. The blade, as bright as spring water, slashed towards Yin Xiu. Clang! The Chaofeng Sword collided with Izumi Ichimonji, splashing sparks. Tachibana Shirou used the impact to retract his sword, and was not in a hurry to swing the next sword. Instead, he moved his feet first and moved to the side of Yin Xiu.
Yin Xiu also made the same move. They both took a step in opposite directions at the same time, then turned around again and their swords collided. Tachibana Shirou's eyes were bloodshot, and the sound of sword pressure and breaking wind could be heard as he swung his long sword. Yin Xiu blocked patiently, and several times he ignored the opponent's deliberate flaws and did not attack, but continued to deal with Tachibana Shirou. He was not lying. With Tachibana Shirou's strength, even if Yamamoto Masahito came back to life at this time, he would be lying down again within a few rounds. Because in the past ten years, Tachibana Shirou seemed to have really relied on some kind of practice or enlightenment to reach the level of a great master. His swordsmanship is so impressive that even Ren Qi, a great swordsman, would not remain indifferent if he were to see it. Ren Qi's sword is fast, simply fast, and he uses his fast sword to suppress the world. Tachibana Shirou's sword demon uses a unique trajectory and angle to overwhelm the enemy and make them unable to fight back. Yin Xiu controlled the distance between him and him through his footsteps, preventing Tachibana Shirou from having a chance to attack continuously. After several rounds, the two have exchanged positions many times. Yin Xiu was surrounded by swords and sabers. Every time Tachibana Shirou changed his trajectory, the cold sword blade would pass by his body, leaving a cold trace. Yet he was in no hurry to fight back. Tachibana Shirou's swordsmanship is so strange, which means that there are many false opportunities and flaws hidden in it. If it was a vigorous sword technique, these flaws would naturally be real, but precisely because Tachibana Shirou's sword technique was not of the former type, Yin Xiucai was particularly careful. After pushing the sword forward to block Izumi Ichimonji, Yin Xiu took a half step and the Chaofeng Sword slid down along the sword body. Tachibana Shirou felt the changes in his wrist and knew that Yin Xiu suddenly changed his rhythm and increased his strength. He immediately stepped back half a step and squatted slightly on his front and back feet. The next second, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, as if transmitting a huge force downwards. Yin Xiu turned his wrist again, moving the knife in the opponent's hand to the side, and chopped again with the Chaofeng Sword. Tachibana Shirou stretched out his hands, grabbed the blade, and used the relatively wide and thick blade to block the powerful blow, and his feet sank a little further. So, under this heavy pressure, Tachibana Shiro's hair stood on end, and he finally understood that perhaps Yin Xiu defeated Yamamoto Masahito not only by strength, but also by some special means or skills. Because the man in front of him who was using a strange-shaped Kyushu sword might have his own understanding of martial arts. And this understanding is the reason why he defeated powerful enemies. Tachibana Shirou pushed hard and the two separated again. Swords crossed, eyes met. (End of this chapter)